QUACK

PRACTISING.

Christine winds
the necklace
around her

 

going red
small finger
the small linked

 

silver chain
swells the flesh
why do that?

 

the quack asks
to get me
away from

 

deeper pain
she utters
the quack scowls

 

his eyebrows
like dark birds
join in deep

 

hovering
signs of non
approval

 

she unwinds
the necklace
the finger

 

once again
turning white
practising

 

she whispers
shoving it
deep within

 

the cleavage
of her plump
bra-less breasts

 

the quack stares
like some kid
taken in

 

by an old
conjurer’s
sleight of hand

 

all gone now
can't see trick
you big prick

 

she mutters
feeling then
the warm chain

 

fall between
her closed thighs
sitting there

 

silver links
shut away
from his eyes.

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